Today was a big day.  I've been waiting for it for what seems like forever.  This morning I awoke to an empty house and to silence.  Well, not really, the cat was scratching on the window at a bird perched on a branch just outside. After two long weeks of rain, the sun is finally out and I imagine the bird too just wanted some warm peace and quiet.  How he must have been annoyed at the interruption. Our guests have left, the kids are at the cabin, Chad was at work, and so it was...the first morning, the first morning of real life again.  The first morning waking up in the new house, all by myself with nothing to do.

Well, there are a million little things to do, ones that we put aside in order to make sure bigger ones were done so company could at least shower and sleep in a clean room.  I'd rather be decorating or gardening, but I keep telling myself that we're here now, everything will fall into place as it should, when it should.  I once knew someone who said, "there's no time to hurry."  The older I get, the more true that is to me.  And so, as much as I wanted to put on my gardening apron, I put the work one on instead.

Mornings here remind me a little of mornings at the cabin, minus the geese and the heron.  But I'm surrounded by trees and birds and squirrels.  I have back steps to sit on and acres of pecan trees that catch the sunlight so perfectly.  I put up birdhouses on the trees in the garden area and my dear father-in-law put a birdbath under the magnolia tree just outside the kitchen window.  I do believe the kitchen table is my favorite spot in the house. When it's just me and the trees and the sky and the birds...I'm happy.  And after nine months of homesickness, loneliness, ambitious restorations, sleep depraved nights, big dreams smashed by reality, and many tears, I am so happy to be happy!

And so like that, as long as it was and as quick as it was, it's time to figure out what to do next.  I'm inspired by the views from my window, and sometimes all it takes is a little new inspiration.


Tomorrow is January 1st,  one of my favorite days of the year.  I always awake on new year's day feeling strong and challenging, full of desire and anticipation.  It's such a hopeful day, when I feel deep down that anything is possible.  Like spreading my arms open and wrapping them around new ideas and plans, squeezing my hopes and dreams tight, and going to bed with a better sense of myself and my life. This day is always that good to me, that good for me.

And how wonderful it is that it comes on the throws of the holidays.  Life lately has been full.  I haven't written about it here, mostly because I wanted to be fully immersed in the goodness of the holidays, but, I've been constantly reminded how good family and friends are, and the spirit of this small town is so kind and giving. Christmas was beautiful.  Family is still here and not one of them cares that parts of the house are unfinished.  Enough was done so that we can eat and sleep in peace, but, with many blessed and helping hands, two more rooms are now done. 

I usually write myself a little note on new year's eve, something inspirational from a book or poem I've read during the year.  I tape it to the bathroom mirror so it's the first thought of my morning.  Tonight I write, "perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.  I am going to try and experiment.”  ( The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett )   I'm going to make this new year the nicest I can and hope it spreads through me like wildfire.

The world is in my hands, overflowing with immense goodness, sweet dreams and awaited paths.

camellia in december

I wish the same for you...and more.  Happy New Year!